Author: Qing Muhan

At this time, Ye Chen was sitting cross-legged on the ground, calmly healing his wounds. The thunder that was buried, the traces of the destruction of the Tao, and the devouring Taoist rhyme made him exhausted, and his whole body was covered with blood, which was terrifying.

Moreover, the most terrifying thing is that his bloodline and origin are also passing, and the power of burial is eroding his foundation.

Suddenly, he raised his arm, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stepped into the mountains in one step.

"My friend, retreat quickly." An old man shouted in the distance, reminding Ye Chen that the pressure of treason had swept over him more than once. Unfortunately, he could not get close, let alone stop Ye Chen.

"Thank you for your reminder, senior." Ye Chen smiled indifferently.

"Who are you?" A cold and silent voice came from the top of the mountain. A woman in black robe, carrying an ancient coffin, floating in the misty clouds. Looking down below, her beautiful eyes were pitch black, engraved with the vicissitudes of time. Her form was also very strange, like a woman in the wind and dust, wearing a white dress, covering her face. Only her exposed eyes flashed with a faint light. Looking closely, she could see two balls of flames, one purple and one blue, intertwined in her pupils, which was extremely dazzling.

"The mountain of Burial." Ye Chen said lightly, without fear or respect for the woman. His expression was plain and his eyes were faint. He stood on the top of the mountain, staring at the foot of the mountain, staring at the peak of Burial. That area was the tomb of Burial. The legend of Burial has not yet disappeared, just because they are too powerful.

"Since you know it's a burial, you're still breaking in?" the woman in black frowned.

"You can't stop me." Ye Chen said calmly, stepping out step by step, heading straight to the peak of the burial.

"Looking for death." The woman who buried the burial demon scolded coldly and disappeared instantly.

Immediately, the sound of rumbling sounds came out. The mountains were razed to the ground by them. A mushroom cloud rose. A white-haired young man staggered from the ruins. His blood was flowing all over his body, his muscles and bones were exposed, and his head changed. His head was covered with cracks, his eyes were dull and his lips were flowing. Perhaps he had suffered a devastating blow and had no strength. He fell to Xutian and fell to the ground. He even had difficulty breathing.

"Okay, it's great." The woman in black robe appeared slowly, standing in the air, like a queen, looking down at the young man, with teasing and playfulness on her cheeks.

"Where did you get a bitch?" Ye Chen spoke, and before he could finish his words, he swung it up.

The woman in black robe sneered and slashed out a black light with her hand. She was a pitch-black killing sword, and Ling Tian slashed at Ye Chen.

Pound! Clam! Clam! Clam!

The sound of metal collision suddenly started, and Ye Chen was slashed back by a sword. The right hand holding the Tian-Ling Iron Stick was also cut off. Blood blew, and the vanishing Wuwu collapsed inch by inch.

Wow!

Ye Chen vomited blood, but there was a raging fire in his eyes. Although he was defeated, he was full of fighting spirit.

puff!

At the same time, his left shoulder was also hit by a sword, almost cutting off his spine. The black sword light was domineering and destroyed, with the power of nirvana, which made his soul tremble.

Buzz! Buzz!

The iron rod buzzed and bloomed with gorgeous fairy light. It was the soul of the Chaos Cauldron. Widths of fairy clouds fell, covering the body of Ye Chen and repairing the scars.

The woman in black robe slapped her with one palm and almost crushed Ye Chen. At this moment, she killed him thousands of times in seconds with one palm. If it weren't for the protection of the Chaos Cauldron, he would have already become ashes. Perhaps it was his secret technique that was against the will of heaven, so she could only hold on to one palm to avoid the destruction of both body and spirit.

The woman in black robe looked contemptuous and shrank in one step to kill. Her fingers were surrounded by Yin Ming's death breath, pointing to Ye Chen's eyebrows from afar, trying to poke Ye Chen's eyes blind. Her attack was quick, accurate, and she focused on Ye Chen's fatality without any mercy.

"Ant, die!" Ye Chen shouted violently, sacrificed a silver wheel, and had six paths of reincarnation's eye punishment, and the void collapsed inch by slashing.

The woman in black robe suddenly settled down, made a seal with one hand, and gathered a shield.

boom!

The silver wheel hit the shield with a blow, and the halo was broken. The woman in black robe did not move at all, but Ye Chen flew out like a projectile and broke through the rock wall.

"This." People from all over the world couldn't help but be amazed. It was a woman in black robe. That was a mountain of burial destruction! The burial destruction of burial destruction was one of the few remaining burial destruction corpses in the world. It was undoubtedly terrible. But the young man did it. How courageous should it be to shake the corpses of the Demon Clan with his mortal body? It was a blessing that he was a saint. If the emperor came in person, a slap would be enough to destroy her.

"How is this possible?" the woman in black robe was furious and her pretty brows frowned.

Boom! Bang! Boom! Boom!

Outside the mountain, Ye Chen and the woman in black robe fought fiercely, and the peaks were destroyed one after another, and the rivers collapsed, and the scene was bloody.

Ye Chen was bleeding, his figure became more and more illusory, and his qi and blood were depressed.

The woman in black robe was also in a mess, with her jade hands stained with blood, and her delicate body stained with blood. Ye Chen's combat power was completely beyond her imagination. She never expected that a mortal body could fight against her, and she was full of fighting spirit.

puff!

Ye Chen was bleeding again and was pierced by a woman in black robe with a sword.

Zheng!

The iron rod he waved was replaced by the Chixiao Sword. With his body, he was not weak and could not withstand the sharpness of the sword.

"Your treasures are quite a lot." The woman in black robe said in a faint voice, and the black sword she carried was buzzing and trembling. Every time she passed Ye Chen, she felt a cold light.

"You can't use my stuff." Ye Chen smiled.

"Arrogant." The woman in black robe snorted coldly, bullied herself again, and slashed out an extinct immortal light, trying to slash Ye Chensheng.

However, before the immortal light touched Ye Chen, he saw Ye Chen and turned into eight clones.

"Are you a clone?" The woman in black robe narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and looked through the mystery of the divine hidden by the clone. It was a magical power of the character Dunjia Tian, ​​which was many times more mysterious than the secret method she had learned.

"Punish." The woman in black robe sneered and slashed out with a sword.

Ye Chen's clone was integrated into one, integrated into the body, and pressed it with one finger the next day.

The woman in black robe looked cold and held a black sword in her hand to fight. She pointed to each other and exploded, breaking through space and collapsed one by one.

Ye Chen retreated, and the woman in black robe also retreated.

Ye Chen stabilized his body, and the figure of the woman in black robe also shook.

However, his momentum rose even harder, and his bright eyes burst into a hot light and the excitement of fighting.

The woman in black robe smiled disdainfully and poked her fingers again.

This finger was even more sharp than before. One sword pierced through Tianxiao, and a black sword light seemed to appear and manifested in the sky. Its power was destroyed by one blow.

"Break." Ye Chen whistled, raising his sword to block it.

However, before he could kill the killing sword of the woman in the black robe, the woman in the black robe dissipated. It was an illusion, an extremely strange illusion. Even the perception of the Saint King Ye Chen was in a daze for a moment. One of them was accidentally attacked and severely injured the holy body. A mouthful of blood was sprinkled out, spilling the world, and blood was dripping all over the body.

"The little ancient holy body dares to disobey my will." The woman in black robe snorted coldly, slapped out her hand covering the sky with her palm, and grabbed Ye Chen.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth, flipped his hands and took the imperial weapon copper furnace, and smashed it at the big hand.

Boom! Bang!

With two rumbling sounds, the imperial soldier copper furnace was suppressed.

However, although the copper furnace was banned, the woman in black robe had no intention of stopping attack. She stepped over nothingness and stabbed her with a sword.

At the critical moment, Ye Chen suddenly turned around and resisted with his arm, beating the cold and dark sword.

puff!

His holy body was immediately covered with blood, and a finger was cut off, and the holy bone was exposed, which was very eye-catching.

"Die!" The woman in black robe rushed over, raised her jade hand and condensed a pitch-black thunder spear, carrying the thunder of silence, stabbing Ye Chen's eyebrows at a very fast speed.

Ye Chen dodged his head, but he could not escape the attack of the thunder spear, and his chest was penetrated.
Chapter completed!